Mariah.

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  1. I figure this too at In Memoriam, if it's anything else we're raising brows. Even if it's a musical tribute since Gaga had to WORK for that spot. What's confusing to me though is this is probably a ratings ploy, but Billie hasn't even proven to be a ratings draw? She's had two award show appearances, the first of which was in November, and neither increased in viewership. In fact the ratings fell yet again due to people opting to catch the highlights on social media instead. And besides, when is the Academy gonna realize that if they want younger viewership, they should just nominate movies that are relevant to us on top of being good.
  2. ghjvjhc p.s: respond to my pm, always leaving me waiting and anxious!  
  3. Ugh I keep rewatching the clips, the hair tie moment is one of those little things where you KNOW a woman wrote it jgdfjkgkjdf
  4. well I'm interested to see what she wears
  5. !!! The meltdowns when it was snatched from Netflix like it's not on literally every channel, every day. It's not even binge-watchable since there's like a million episodes and by now we all know how the storylines unfold  
  6.   Margot Robbie aka Harley Quinn: Mary Elizabeth Winstead aka Huntress: Jurnee Smollett-Bell aka Black Canary:
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  9. she;s STANNING lghgdkfgf   more tweet reviews:          
  10. the women always win in DC, it's too much  
  11.     it looks so good  
  12. It's comfort TV for me, like it's cute in the background when it's quiet. And while there's some funny moments here and there imo (the later szns), and more cute (albeit cliche) moments than anything, I'll never delude myself into thinking it's the best show of all time like some people do  
  13. Nikki & Brie are BOTH Pregnant!

    I FEEL SO LATE, BUT I'M CRYING LIKE I'M SO HAPYPG OMG, THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING NIKKI GETTING A BABY TOO, THE WAR IS OVER 
  14. Current plans for WrestleMania

    luv u bai
  15. Sex and Candy

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  16. Sex and Candy

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 10px; width: 150px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I SMELL SEX AND CANDY HERE While the sun sank into the Pacific, leaving the clouds to resemble a deep purple silk, to the surface would rise the 'Sirens' for another night's work of capturing men under their trance. A thin coat of body shimmer varnishes Emma's skin—evoking frost on glass—as she stares into her designated vanity to put the finishing touches on the performance look of her alter ego: 'Angel'. It had been just over a week since she last came to work a shift at the strip club, caught between finding her son Lucas a new sitter after losing his, and her general avoidance of the venue ever since she met the man crafted of her fantasies, things that night thereafter unraveling into both a dream and a nightmare. But while much was on her mind, the young dancer made certain not to carry her baggage with her through the Sirens doors, especially given her absenteeism. At least she'd attempt. "New girl! You know that insanely sexy guy you were with the night of the shoot out; Bobby I think he said his name was? He's been looking for you," reports a fellow dancer seated to Emma's left, red beachy waves cascading down her tattooed back. "I thought he was your boyfriend at first, but he came back here a couple times, asked for you, then fucking vanished without wanting to watch or talk to the rest of us. He left his number with one of the others specifically to give to you, but Christ knows what those cunts did with it. My best guess is they probably tried to keep it for themselves. But it seems like he's going crazy for you, babe." "Oh," Emma stammers, frozen before her mirror as her heart misses a beat. Feigning apathy, she continues, lying to both her colleague and herself. "Well, whatever. I wasn't too interested, anyway. And I don't really have the time to be dating. Least of all, not some thug who frequents a strip club." "Suit yourself. I mean, I wouldn't let just any stud take my eye off the prize if I was a young, stunning rookie, either. Especially since, from what I've been seeing and hearing, you're an overnight sensation around here. The guys fucking adore you beyond compare. But that guy, now? Phew, I'd have my claws deep in his muscular biceps, and refuse to let go. Then again, I guess that's not my fucking business. In other news, Jack's been asking for you as well," the flame-haired vixen rambles on. "That's the boss, in case you already forgot. Word of advice: if he yells, don't react; it's just his short temper. He won't fire you if you let him be dominant. But anyhow, I'll see you on the floor." Completing her warning, the dancer gallops off, leaving Emma to her seclusion despite the few dancers still present, who's voices warp into warbles, mixing in with the song trumpeting through the corridor. Returning to meet her reflection, Emma takes a momentary pause, followed by a drawn out breath. Slowly then—in an attempt to relieve her qualms once more—she begins to rehearse her sensual movements, while murmuring words of reassurance to rebuild her usual confidence. She runs her hands across her dangling, diamond belly ring, up her toned, taut abdomen, through her bare, high, fruitful breasts, and into her buoyant, blonde tresses; her hair wafting a delicate aroma of vanilla as it swings through the air. Suddenly, interrupting her practice, the colleague returns once more, peeking her head into the doorway. "He's coming this way right now!" Now startled, Emma draws her robe over her bosoms, her timing synchronized with the moment her fabled, intimidating boss swaggered into the dressing area, his heavy boots pounding against the floor like a sledgehammer. MONTY @Pablo
  17. Well David, Friends is just about a group of twenty somethings living in a major city, so do we really need an all black or all asian adaptation when we could just make a new show on that basic premise with a black or asian cast? Or watch shows like Insecure that fit this bill and doesn't need a white male co-sign?
  18. Current plans for WrestleMania

    that won't be happening, but I understand why a former Rosa stan would see it as a viable option!
  19. Not Moderated: Extreme Rules

    my brother and mom seeing it and they don't even watch wrestling anymore   The little WHITE girl crying because the magical black girl with the unapologetic afro didn't win, like Naomi is so POWERFUL for that to me. Imagine how actual black girls must feel when they see her, please  
  20. The official release from WB regarding The Batman filming beginning   Source
  21.   TIMOTHEE IS COMING TO DELIVER LOOKS, SOUND THE ALARM  
  22. So with fall on the horizon comes Oscar season, bringing a slew of film festivals and prestige blockbusters. I thought to make a thread where we can post and discuss outside of the typical genre fare, the films that might be looking toward Oscar glory. Post your trailers, reviews, predictions, etc.!